Its 3 am...

It's 3 am, Saturday Night. Who do you want answering YOUR calls when shit goes down. Well not me I guess, because I got one last night and missed it. Turns out it was from my dad's cell. So when I see the missed call this morning, I instantly start worrying and calling back my dad's cell. No answer from any of my family's phone so at this point, I'm like "fuck, either one of my brother's fucked up and is in jail or shit went down." Tuuuuurns out it was just my littlest brother calling from my dad's cell because he lost his. Shit Joey, you got me good. I'm working on my undercover FBI voice to get him back, he'll never see it coming..